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Six foot somethinβ, broad as a doorframe, tattooed arms, permanent frown carved into his face like stone. The kind of man who could walk into a room and make conversations die mid-sentence.
Which was exactly why the bright pink lunchbox sitting on the briefing table looked so absurd.
Soap stared at it.
Then at Simon.
Then back at the lunchbox covered in tiny white hearts.
ββ¦That yours, LT?β
Simon didnβt even glance up from cleaning his sidearm. βObviously.β
Gaz coughed into his fist to hide a laugh. Price suddenly found the paperwork in his hands very interesting. Soap, unfortunately, feared nothing.
βChrist alive.β he muttered, lifting the lunchbox by two fingers. βItβs got a bow on it.β
Simonβs eyes lifted slowly.
Dangerously.
Soap set it back down immediately. The room went quiet for all of three seconds before Gaz spotted the sticky note attached to the handle.
Pink ink. Curly handwriting.
Donβt forget to actually eat today. I mean it!β β‘
There was even a lipstick kiss pressed onto the corner. Soap made a strangled noise. βSHE LEFT YE A WEE KISS MARK.β
Simon took the note off carefully before Soap could touch it with his grubby hands. He folded it once and tucked it into the pocket of his vest with complete seriousness, like it was something precious.
Because it was.
βYou keep those?β Gaz asked before he could stop himself. Simon gave him a look that practically said watch your mouth.
βAye.β
The boys exchanged glances.
Not because Simon had a partner. They all knew that. And not because Simon was soft with you. They knew that too. It was the fact he never acted embarrassed about it.
Ever.
Didnβt hide the matching pink phone charger you bought him because he βalways stole yours anyway.β Didnβt complain when you painted tiny strawberries on his phone case. Didnβt care that his keys now had fluffy pink pompoms hanging off them because youβd smiled so proudly while showing him. The man simply accepted every little piece of you with both hands.
Like loving you loudly was the easiest thing in the world.
Later that afternoon, Simon finally opened the lunchbox during break. Inside was organized chaos. Pink Tupperware containers stacked perfectly. Heart-shaped strawberries. A sandwich cut neatly in half. Little notes tucked everywhere.
One on the drinkβ
Hydrate or Iβll become evil.
One on the fruitβ
Youβre handsome. Thatβs unrelated, I just thought you should know.
And one folded beneath the sandwich.
Simon opened it quietly.
Miss you already. Come home safe so I can kiss you properly instead of leaving lipstick on paper.
His eyes softened instantly.
Not dramatic.
Not obvious.
Just enough that Price noticed from across the room and looked away to give the man some privacy. Soap, however, leaned over his shoulder with zero survival instinct.
βAwwwwββ
Simon shoved him back without heat.
βPiss off.β
But there was no bite to it.
Soap grinned. βYe love that shite.β
Simon took another bite of his sandwich.
βAye.β he answered simply.
No hesitation.
No shame.
Just certainty.
Because you loved pink things. Cute things. Soft things.
ghost x f!reader who love love loves his arms and hands (sfw)
warnings: use of βReaderβ once, slight angst??, happy ending
Simonβs arms felt like a protective barrier surrounding her every time he engulfed her in a warm hug, arms wrapping around her with ease and his hands landing on her lower back, stabilising her. Her body would instinctively relax as his arms came towards her, as if it knew it was safe from the outside.
So, it was no surprise that when he was away on deployment, she would find any way to try and replicate that feeling of being hugged by the beefy man. She would search up long pillows she could wrap herself in, she tried using clothes that smelt of him, hell, she even tried hugging herself to sleep, but nothing beat the real thing. The passing weeks were torture. No contact from her Simon, and time felt like it was dragging. Eventually, the loneliness spiralled into anxiety, worry creeping over her that maybe he wouldnβt come back.
Weeks passed, and Reader was at home, making herself some lunch with music playing loudly from the speakers, a way to try and calm her nerves about her sweet man. The music was so loud that she hadnβt heard Simon enter the house. He dropped his bags by the door and took off his dirty boots before slowly walking into the kitchen, where his favourite girl was stood by the stove, frying up some mushrooms. His steps were slow and deliberate, and eventually got behind her before gently wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. She jumped, startled by the sudden contact before quickly melting into the arms she loves. βYou scared me, sillyβ she murmured, her hands still occupied by cooking. He let out a mixture of a huff and a chuckle before speaking, βSorry luv, couldnβt help mβself.β His hands slowly pulled away from her, giving her space to plate up lunch before he went off to shower.
Her lover is back, and more importantly, sheβs got back her favourite safety barrier.
- end
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SUMMARY: To everyone else, Gregory House is your impossible colleague. To you, he's home. When you're forced into the patient's chair instead of standing beside it, House finds himself in the middle of his secret marital life unravelling and his wife in urgent need of medical attention.
Morning crept into the hospital room, the winter sun outside filtered through the half-drawn blinds. You were already awake, your stomach pain had woken you up not too long ago.
Cameron just stepped into the room, wheeling in a portable ultrasound machine. βGood morning!β Cameron greeted you, a sympathetic smile on her face as always. βHow are you feeling?β
βSoreβ¦β you admitted, one hand drifting instinctively toward your lower abdomen. βHeavy. Like I swallowed a brick.β
βThatβs actually useful information,β Cameron replied as she snapped on gloves. βHouse ordered a pelvic ultrasound. Given the pain and your vitals last night, itβs the next step.β
She moved to help you adjust on the bed, raising the gown just enough to expose your lower abdomen. You were used to procedures like this by now, but usually you stood there in your white coat and gloves, instead of laying on the bed as a patient.
Cameron snapped open the tube of gel used for the ultrasound, but hesitated for a moment.
βThereβsβ¦ something I have to ask first,β she began carefully. βYour lab results showed elevated hCG levels. Not highβ¦ justβ¦ present. And with your symptoms, the pelvic painβ¦β
You blinked at her, putting the pieces together in your mind. βAre you asking if Iβm pregnant?β
βItβs a possibilityβ¦β Cameron nodded, eyes gentle.
βNo,β you said immediately, shaking your head. βNo, thatβs notβ¦ Iβm not pregnant.β
Cameron studied you carefully for a moment, leaning forward she placed her hand on your lower stomach, pressing down gently on either side, pausing when she felt the slight curve.
It wasnβt large, or dramatic, but undeniably there. βThat bump is why we are checking you. Do you have irregular cycles? Missed a period?β
You swallowed hard. βMy cycles have been irregular for about a year and a half now, butβ¦ β you said. βIf I were pregnant, I would know.β
Cameron offered a small smile of comfort, she didnβt want to burden or stress you, but she continued: βBodies donβt always follow the rules we expect them to.β
She turned on the machine, the room filling with the low whir and soft beeping of the ultrasound.
βThis might be cold.β Cameron warned, applying the gel. You inhaled sharply at the chill, then focused on the ceiling tiles as the wand glided across your skin. It took a minute or two before Cameronβs face shifted, brows furrowing together. She froze the image, zoomed, adjusted contrast again.
βYouβre not pregnant.β Cameron said finally. You let out a breath of relief, but the relief was quickly wiped from your face as you realized something entirely different had to be wrong then.
Cameron turned the screen slightly, revealing clusters of shadowed masses, dark, irregular shapes surrounding the uterus.
βThere are multiple growths,β Cameron said. βSeveralβ¦ actually more than several. Theyβre surrounding your uterus, some pressing against the pelvic wall. One large one is likely causing the severe pain.β
βGrowthsβ¦β you echoed numbly. ββ¦Benign?β
Cameron hesitated. βWe canβt tell from the ultrasound,β she said gently. βMost growths are benign, but these areβ¦ quite large.β
You inhaled sharply and nodded, then asked, βAnd the bump?β
βThe growths are pushing everything forward, appearing like early pregnancy.β Cameron answered softly, reaching out and touching your arm lightly, trying to comfort you. βYou donβt need to worry, we will figure this out.β
You nodded again, you knew you could trust them with this.
What I Think TF141 Members Would Post On Instagram - Mini SMAU PT.2
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Authors note: Here's part two!! I enjoy making these :3 I'm not sure how to get people to ask requests but comment if you have any ideas for fics/smau's I can do!! :)
Warnings: Swearing, slightly suggestive, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
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kylegaz.g1 Mogging the hoes who shit on me π¬π¬π¬
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laswell.k: Kyle, what does "mogging" mean?
-> kylegaz.g1: Means that I'm more attractive than them π«¦
soapmaster300: FUCK THEM HOESSSS YA SEXY BASTARD
-> kylegaz.g1: THEY CAN SUCK MY DICK βοΈβοΈ
ghostriley141: Good lad. ππ»
Soap: He would be an absolute shitposter. Private account with 200-300 followers and would 10000% use the account to call himself sexy and posts random daily moments.
soapmaster300 β’ 2 days ago
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soapmaster300: Thank you @/ghostriley141 for the SEXY picture of me π«¦π«¦π«¦π«¦π«¦ also someone needs to learn how to clean... cough cough... Captain Price...
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kylegaz.g1: ABSOLUTE UNIT
ghostriley141: You're welcome, lad. ππ»
-> soapmaster300: be my photographer please.
price.john.cap: Sorry, I'm too busy π to clean π§Ή while I have work π to finish.
-> soapmaster300: Okay...?
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Thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoy it <33 I love making these and I want to use this format to make full on fics, mainly [characted] x reader ones hehehehe
What I Think TF141 Members Would Post On Instagram - Mini SMAU PT.1
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Author's Note: Hihi!! This is my first time posting a SMAU or fic on here!! Hope you enjoy <33
Warnings: Mild swearing
characters : Captain Price + Ghost
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Captain Price: Price would 100% use emojis when typing, and would use them after almost every. single. time. He would also accidentally post pictures of the task force members as he wasn't so well versed in technology like phones. He wouldn't be completely clueless, but he wouldn't be a genius when it came to using a smartphone. He'd have around 60-70 followers, with a few being his family, and the rest being old friends and colleagues.
price.john.cap β’ 21hrs
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price.john.cap Another day βοΈ training π these bastards...! Cannot wait to get back home π‘ and have a cigar π¬ and a beer πΊ
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soapmaster300: cap that is the most unflattering bloody pic you could post of me!
price.john.cap: didn't mean to post βοΈ that picture πΈ! sorry soap
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laswell.k: Good work this week, Jonathan. π
Ghost: He would post faceless photos to keep his privacy and would have minimal followers, 20 at most. He wouldn't be very active on social media, only posting once every few months, maybe going over a year before posting again. His captions would be short and would respond to comments extremely formally. He was already a private person, keeping his military persona even when online.
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ghostriley141: ππ»
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soapmaster300: nice wardrobe champ
-> ghostriley141: Thank you, Johnny.
kylegaz.g1: good gym sesh lt!
-> ghostriley141: Same time next week, Kyle. ππ»
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Thank you for reading!! Will post another part soon :>
-> I know these probably aren't accurate, but from playing the call of duty modern warfare games (both the original and remastered versions), this is how I imagined them to be on social media! :)
jbbartram-illu
kaledo-art
ellievsbear
yousharknotpass
dailybridgerton
areudirty
